With spiraled lighthouse as our guide,
No rocks could slow or break us.
Calm swells, the looming storms belied
As we let the fair winds take us.
Bright as the moon that luminous light
But could so bright a beacon shine
Through violent, howling, flashing night
From storm-tossed shoals, and foamy brine?
We prayed the tempest would abate,
Steered hard against the wind and rain.
Would welcome dawn reveal its fate?
To brightly guide us home again.